and as usual you can get a word in as shes going bla bla bla bla about her day at work , then she makes her way over to the post , i tell her its not hers yet she still has to look through every single bit of it just to make sure......then whys this here , whys that here.....bla bla bla....then i tell her to shut up....so she gets in a strop....slams the doors , throw everything about , make as much noise as possible and stomp around like a stroppy teenager.....